What “Bee” the problem?

This is not cool. A third of all of our agriculture depends on these little creatures. We are not ready to deploy millions of nanobots either! We are not far enough along to make “The Age of Spiritual Machines” a reality. I knew Bush was bad, but I was hoping that he wouldn’t end civilization as we know it and hurl us back into the dark ages.

Damn it. Global warming. Bees disappearing. The Jets might win the superbowl next year, which would certainly be the seventh sign of the apocolypse. Please God, just another 40 years or so. That’s all I ask. Fingers crossed.

Side note: I picked up Uncle Daniel at the airport at 3AM this morning. I couldn’t get back to sleep. In the morning Matthew wakes me up and says, “Daddy, Can I hug you?” Of course, I say yes and bring him into bed. He looks me straight in the eye and says, “I love you.” Then he says, “Good Morning!” My heart is tender, he is so cute. Then he says the exact same thing 40 more times in a row. After about 20, I start to think he is broken. Too much of a good thing, I guess.